The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The sky above the Citadel of Aethelgard had torn open at noon, bleeding a violet light that turned the white stone towers into bruised shadows. You stood on the ramparts, your hand resting on the pommel of a sword that felt heavier than iron, heavier than bone, as the air grew thick with the scent of ozone and crushed thyme. This was the third day of the Silence. The birds had stopped singing....

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